I don’t like Tuesdays anymore

We came home from dinner with Nan to find our youngest cat, Ariadne, dead in the middle of the floor. Her eyes were still open. The boys, Spock and Peanut seem to be fine. But now I’m terrified they’ll pass too.

I fell the hell apart. Full crying panic attack.

My father died two Tuesdays prior to today.

I also broke my glasses just now by tripping and stepping on them.

I’m kind of over December.

Have some pictures of our tiny kitten, Ariadne. May she Rest In Peace.

Exhausted

Days Alive: 12,223

My flight is tomorrow. I’m exhausted. I don’t have much energy to type much.

Garage sale today. Got to see some friends. Spent six hours freezing my buns off in the garage, but had fun with Tink. Been crocheting to keep my mind off things.

Still alive. Coping.

Catch-Up, Cooking, and Commiseration

Days Alive: 12,207

Sweet Potatoes Diced: 4

Steps Walked: 3,918

Hours Slept: 2.5

Chicken Nuggets Eaten: 20

Tramadol Taken: 1

Cats Betrayed By Not Sharing Any Chicken Nuggets At All With Them Because I Am a Mean, Mean Mama Who Doesn’t Share Human Food: 3

Things I Forgot Today: 3

I’ve been kinda half-adding posts lately because I’ve just been out of spoons.

Reminder to self: write the damn post on Spoon Theory.

So, I’m exhausted, but I have a cute lady next to me (my Darling Wife), two cats resting on me (butt warmer and foot warmer, respectively), and the prep work done for the potluck tomorrow.

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